
Satyr Patrol |

The satyr is shaken for one round.
"You have not yet identified yourself. I shall refer to you as humanoid. Humanoid, I am in great favor with Queen Syntira. We speak daily upon my observations of her realm. For me to bring humanoids to her secretive throne room would cost me that favor, my position as patrol commander, and most likely my life. Surely you are wise enough to recognize what you ask of me is not possible. Your cure will be delivered and should you reveal who you are, that shall be delivered as well. Please sir, the potions. Our kind is in dire need of what you have produced. Fey are dying as we speak and I am sure you would like to be free of this duty so that you may carry out more important deeds this day."
diplomacy: 1d20 + 15 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 15 - 2 = 22